Time For Fun

[Fenris Fenrir]

"Let go of her? Is that the best that you can do?", bellowed Fenrir in his triumph, "I think that you are mistaken little one; it is I that should be saying something along those lines to you. For it would not take much strength on my part to stretch your little friend here. I could easily make her about 5 inches taller; would you like to see me try? Or should I skip the pleasantries and go right to the main course? For it has been ages since I have eaten.." stopping in mid-sentence, Fenris lowered his head close to Ondrea's neck and deeply inhaled. "Faerie", said Fenris with a wicked grin.

"In fact I have never had faerie before; perhaps I shall savor this one especially because she is a fighter. And now; to see if she is as delectable as she looks." And with that, Fenris did something rather barbaric. He changed his grip on Ondrea so that he was still crushing her and held her in front of him like a shield against the girl that dared to confront him. And with his free hand (the left hand), he plunged it into Ondrea's side with such force that it penetrated the skin and his fingers drove into her flesh. And with a sharp tug, Fenrir' hand came out clutching a piece of Ondrea's raw flesh.

With a smile on his face, Fenrir quickly put the human's flesh into his mouth and chewed quickly; having the flavor explode in his mouth and set his taste buds aflame. Oh; this was going to be a wonderful supper indeed.

"Well Well; your faerie friend does taste good; better than that even; she tastes superb. And now that you have witnessed what I am capable of doing; then it would be wise to run while you still can. Because once I am done with her I will find you; then you too will have a new home little girl. And now; I think it is time for seconds. Shall we Miss Faerie?"

[~Persephone~]

Persephone's insides squeamed as Fenris ate Ondrea. She felt like throwing up, like turning away. But she wouldn't do that. She might have been a coward, buts he would never let Ondrea get hurt. Ondrea had come in and fought for her! She had brought her friend into this, and she wouldn't leave her here.

"If it doesn't matter if I run or not...then why would I try?"

The words came out strong, and for the first time, her german accent tinted the words. Her anger danced with the temperment of her people. Not even Persephone knew that she had such an accent, but now it was obvious that she had been pushed too far.

"Confundo!"

The spell was aimed for Fenris side; she dared not hurt Ondrea, and a part of her feared that she would.

It's better to hit her on accident, then let her get eaten alive!

[Fenris Fenrir]

Wielding Ondrea as if she was a giant shield, Fenris let his prey take the blast head on so that Fenrir was left unaffected by the spell. With a snarl, Fenris switched his positioning of Ondrea so that it was easier on his arm to continue holding her as a shield. His eyes blazed forth black hatred and fiery lust for flesh as he stared at the girl that tried to hinder him. "Do you think girl; that something like that could hurt me?", bellowed Fenris as he quirked his eyebrow questioningly, "I could have taken a spell like that in my wolven form and nothing would happen to me girl. You're going to have to do better girl; you're going to have to channal your hatred to even hurt me. And even then I can still use your friend as a shield. You cannot hope to achieve your goal; your friend is beyond help at this point."

"You cannot win girl; no one from the school will try to help you at this point. You are in the company of the one that the school believes to be Angelus Morti; simply because I wrote the messages. You keep on thinking about it and then it will hit you; there is no one that will go up against me for the likes of you. No fellow students will hear you scream; no teacher will be awakened by the sounds of your dying screeches; no head will be moved into action by your last breath. To the school you are just a source of income; they could care less as to what fate befell upon you unless they were responsible for it."

"You will rot here; you will be forgotten here amongst the corpses and there you will decay. You will not be remebered for anything that you ever did; your friends will move on and your family will not care. You are nothing girl!", said Fenrir in a voice akin to a bark, "You want to fight me girl? THEN FIGHT ME!"

With a roar, Fenris hurled Ondrea into Persephone and the moment that the two girls hit each other; Fenris began to transform while howling out his battle cry. With one last ululating roar, Fenrir was no longer human and now there was the giant wolf that was before those in the Graveyard. The silver-grey pelt of the lycan quivered in excitement as it stood down the girls.

'FIGHT ME!'

[~Persephone~]

Persephone wondered if Fenris knew what he was saying. The words that would have stung another bounced off of her. She had not been attempting to hurt him, she was trying hard to get Ondrea back.

But now she had her, although she was still under the affects of the spell, and Persephone had no idea how long that would last... So she needed to buy them time. She had to do something, but she had no idea what.

"I'M NOT FIGHTING YOU! I don't care if they forget me! I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU HURT ONDREA THOUGH! AND YOUR WRONG! ONDREA'S DOWN HERE ISN'T SHE! YOU'RE WRONG."

Sparks flew from the end of her wand.

"REDUCTO!"

It was the spell that came first to her mind. The only spell that she had ever felt comfortable using against another person...or wolf thing. The spell shot forth with the power and speed that burst from her heart. Her pain strengthened the spell. But she never expected it to hurt him.

[Ondrea]

ooc- *is very disturbed*

bic- Out of no where, someone came from behind her, and was holding her in a hug type of thing, but it was definitely not a hug. She could feel her bones cracking, as he squished her, she was slowly growing short of breath. She did not recognize her attacker, and she was confused as to what the hell he was talking about.
She wanted to scream and yell at him, but she couldn't gather enough energy. She let out a single groan of pain, and that had left her with no energy. His grip just seemed to get tighter and tighter.

As Z pointed his wand at her, and she heard the spell he was casting, she closed her eyes tight, she was going to burn. She made an attempt to break free from the person who was holding her, but it was useless, just wasting all of her energy.

However, to her relief, Persephone had hit Z making his spell back-fire.

As the creepish person who was holding her spoke about eating her, her eyes widened in horror, what a freak! It was sickening to imagine, a human eating another human.

Soon enough, he whispered into her ear, and somehow he knew that she was a faerie... Ondrea now knew that her overly-strong attacker was not a human, but must be a lycan, for they had incredible sense of smell.

All of a sudden, she felt something digging into her flesh, deeper and deeper, breaking through layers of veins, and skin, and just scraping her rib-cage, it was pain that she had never felt before. Her eyes were shutting ever so slowly, she wanted to hurl as she saw the man plop her flesh into his mouth, and chew it.

He was dangerous, obviously, Ondrea groaned, "Go..." to Persephone, she did not want to see Persephone hurt, or dead for that matter.

Soon enough, she was hit with a spell. She was so confused, she didn't no where she was, or who these people were, and why was this man grabbing her? Why was she bleeding? Ondrea frowned, she couldn't even move to defend herself, let alone talk. She wanted to get out of this persons reach. So, she painfully swung her foot at the mans ankles, but soon found herself thrown into the girl who had hit her. Soon, she fell to the ground, unconscious, she had no power left.

Luckily, Persephone's spell wasn't too strong, so it wore off quickly. Ondrea's eyes opened, and she found herself in a puddle of blood, and suddenly all her memory just came rushing back to her. Her eyes lit with anger, her body did not feel any pain at the moment (though soon enough it would) because of adrenalin. She sat up, Persephone had just hit Fenris with something, but she didn't catch what.

Ondrea had to do something, but she did not know what. Knife. The thought came from no where, and then it clicked. She had a knife in her sweater pocket. Quietly, she took it out, so that no one would notice what she was doing. She stood up, shaking, her body was weak. Then she ran as fast as she could toward the now wolf, knowing perfectly well that she would most likely get bitten into once more. She closed her eyes, and with great force, jammed the knife deep into his stomach, she knew that had to do something to him. She ripped the knife out of his body, so that he would bleed more, if she had kept it in, then there would be less of a chance of injuring him. The blade was covered in chrimson blood, it dripped off the silver, and fell to the ground, one drop at a time.

Backing away slowly, she collapsed, she tried to take in as much air as possible, but it was even hard to breath. All she could do was hope that Persephone would act fast.

[~Persephone~]

Persephone watched as Ondrea attacked Fenris. She couldn't help but think that he would feel that one! Still, she knew that they were in trouble, if not from Fenris than surely Z would cause more problems.

It seemed that no matter how hard she fought, it meant nothing. All the spells she had ever learned seemed weak and useless, and if they didn't work, then she knew she was possibly screwed.

Not over my dead cold body!

"Incendio!" She hoped that the flames would be felt by Fenris, and she watched as they sprang from the tip of her flame white with heat born from her anger.

[Fenris Fenrir]

ooc: Sorry if I was a bit too into character in tearing a piece out of you Ondrea And as for incidio; it should be incendio; so I will be nice and let you get away with that typo Sephe. Next time; I will not.

bic: Persephone's spell hit Fenris dead on in the fore-head and it drove him back a few paces but other than that it did practically nothing to him. 'So the faerie is called Ondrea? Well then; Ondrea was a fool to try and help someone like you. She had a whole life ahead of her and now it is wasted for you. You say that she came and helped you; you acted like she was still alive and a threat to me. Well girl; your little friend is already dead in my eyes.'

And that was his mistake. The one moment that he let his guard; he didn't think that Ondrea would be in any sort of shape for an attack, but he understimated the girl. And he paid for it dearly.

The silver-grey behemoth's eyes widened with shock as Ondrea plunged something sharp into his stomach and wrenched it back out. The lycan staggered backwards in agony and saw the trail of blood that spilled from his wound. As the wolf continued to stare in shock at his wound; flame soon danced about him and started to lick his fur on all sides. It was then that Fenris bellowed out in pain; the knife wound was something that he could have dealt with in silence, but that and being burned with flames? That was too much for him to keep silent; not to mention the sudden explosion of rage within the beast.

Roaring out in pain and surprisingly, utmost joy, Fenris charged for the two girls in vile intent written all over his muzzle. Still in pain and he was not really charging, rather a limping trot, Fenris sent only one message into their minds. NOW YOU ARE FIGHTING GIRLS! SPLENDID! BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO DO BETTER TO MAKE ME LEAVE THE FIELD OF BATTLE SO QUICKLY. NOW; IT IS MY TURN IN THE GAME AND ROOK TAKES PAWN!

With that; the flaming lycan changed course at the last minute and charged into Persephone. The force of the 8 foot tall lycan was enough to knock over the girl and he pinned her in place; letting the flames that burned him, the very flames that she summoned to send him into some fiery inferno, dance onto her and let her flesh began to sizzle with the intensity of her flames.

Foolish humans; giving him such great toys to play with sometimes.

[~Persephone~]

Persephone could feel the flames eating away at her delicate skin. Combined with the pressure of the lyan, she dared not even chance hope. But she wouldn't give up like a coward. If she was going down, she would go down fighting.

NO! The word, simple and singular burst through her mind, but her body was weak. She had never been that strong, and she knew that the flames, that caught her hair and skin would hurt her more than anything else tonight.

She tried to struggle, but to no avail. She was pinned flat, and her wand lay a few feet away from her. She must have dropped as she was thrown to the ground.

"Ondrea..." it came out as a gasp and a hopeful plea.

[Ondrea]

Ondrea looked at the lycan, as he ran into Persephone, catching her on fire. It was so frustrating, Ondrea was so out of energy, she could hardly move, or send a decent attack at the lycan. She thought, and thought of what she could do, her main focus was on getting the flames out. She quickly drew out her wand, "Aquamenti!" she said with as much force as possible, water shot at the flames, putting them out.

Ondrea slowly leaned back on the tree behind her, trying to stay conscious, but she was dizzying. She grasped onto her knife, just like she felt like she was grasping onto her own life, as she lay there bleeding. She didn't want to die, without giving it her all. She picked up her knife, and passed it to Persephone, hoping that she would catch it, and she could fend for herself; while she gathered her energy.

[Z]

{OOC: *Emmotional Sickness*...Also, its "Aguamenti" not "Aquamenti"}

Z was hit with a hard spell. It hit him solely in the abdomen. He cried out in pain as he held his stomach. He pointed his wand where he had been hit. "Episkey!" he cried as his wound healed. He turned to see Fenris taking some of Ondrena's ... Flesh, and chewing it.

"Hmmm."

He looked as Ondrena was let free and she stabbed him in the stomach. Fenris was set aflame from Sephe's spell, and then he had set her aflame. He pointed his wand towards Fenris. "Aguamenti!" he cried as water blasted Fenris and the flames went out. Then he turned to Sephe and laughed. He turned back towards Fenris and pointed his wand at him.

"Densaugeo!"

The spell would make Fenris' teeth grow to an enourmous size, A sweet bite to a naughty victim.

[Ondrea]

ooc: ok peoples, I'm leaving now... so don't get too ahead of yourselves, ok? I don't wanna be left in the dust...

[~Persephone~]

ooc: Don't worry I have to be off by 3 central US

bic:

Persephone's hands gropped for something, anything. And in surprise she found the knife, her bloody hands clamping onto it with such strength that not even death could remove it from her.

She managed she shift her body slightly so that she could get the knife into the right place, and once she had...

She stabbed, and stabbed, and stabbed. She saw the blood and felt it fall into her face and hair. She didn't care though, and she dug the knife in harder each time. She had never felt such anger, and she only hoped that it was conveyed through the knife wounds.

She heard Z's spell though, and she didn't stop for a moment to watch the teeth grow, didn't even stop stabbing.

[Fenris Fenrir]

Fenris roared in pain each time the knife stabbed into his flesh. Again the pain lanced into his side; again blood spurted onto the girl that was beneath him; again his limbs quivered from loss of blood and again did his ragged gasp for air burst out of his muzzle. This girl was serious; he had thought that she was the weaker of the two and set out to make an example of her, yet she proved to have a greater resolve than she showed the world.

But so did Fenris Fenrir and he was not about to die this day. As the girl continued to stab him, Fenris decided to make use of his new-found weapon. Wth a ululating roar, Fenris sunk his sharp and supersized canines into the soft flesh of Persephone's stomach and proceeded to shake her like a rag doll. The scent and taste of her blood intoxicated his senses as did the taste of her flesh. Now she was going to pay the price of her actions in full, and soon Fenris sunk his teeth deeper and harder into her and with a great heave of his head; he hurled Persephone against a gravestone.

Yet Fenrir didn't finish off the girl; just stood there looking as if he would fall any minute, but somehow he managed to stand; his massive form supporting him. Well girl; it seems that today is a draw. I couldn't kill you; you couldn' kill me. So let us leave it at that and just leave the Graveyard. If I find you here again; I will kill you. Whether your friend is here or no; I wll hunt you down. And if not you; I will hunt your friends, your family, anyone that you ever knew and then you will be all alone in the world. So stay away. Leave this Graveyard and do not come back. I am being merciful; something that I am not inclined to be. Now leave childern; all of you; forget the thoughts of War and go to sleep.

With that, the giant of a lycan slowly limped off in the direction of the Forest; where he could relax and let his wounds heal. And he had learned a valuable lesson that day; the race of man was not as weak as he once thought it was. Some courage still resided in them and now he would be prepared for his next counter, but now he too had to rest. The last that was seen of Fenris Fenrir that day was when he howled mournfully to the Moon in light of his injuries and that was all that happened before he started the journey back to his woodland home.

[~Persephone~]

Persephone gasped and looked down into the bleeding mess that used to be her stomach. She watched as blood poured out with every heartbeat; the will to live was inadvertenly killing her.

She clamped a hand over her wound, and heard what Fenris said. She wondered if he knew that banning her from the Graveyard was almost a death sentence. He said he would kill her family and her friends, and even herself if she returned, but her family, all save her twin and little sister, were already lying in rest here. She watched as he left, blood spilling and splashing onto the ground.

Sephe looked up at Z, and at Ondrea. She could tell how exhausted her friend was and she crawled toward her, ignoring Z's presence. She could't fight in her current condition, and the only thing on her mind was getting Ondrea up to the hospital wing.

"Ondrea...Ondrea!"

She called out waiting for a response, but none came. Ondrea seemed to be unconscious. And she crawled closer to her. Each movement brought more blood staining the ground crimson.

[Ondrea]

Ondrea was going in and out of consciousness, she thought forsure this is where she was going to die, but she never did give up, and didn't plan on today. She could hear muffled sounds of groaning and howls of pain, but she did not know why, she kept on blanking out.

Her eyes slowly shut, and then all was dark, she was asleep. She hadn't gotten any sleep for who knows how long, but now she finally was. Ondrea didn't want to fall asleep, she could easily die, and that would mean Persephone could too, she didn't want that (she could care less if she died, she hated the world).

Her eyes opened a tiny crack, as she heard her name being called, she didn't have enough energy left to talk, but she had to make it clear that she was still alive. She let out a low groan, but that was it, she lost all strength, and consciousness.